I
found an empty chair
and sat on it
to find myself even emptier
I found a broken glass
and looked at it
to see my dissolved face
a little prettier
I found a steep doorway
and entered
in order to close my exit
I found the syllables of my name
struggling to come out
from your forsaken lips
that took me to our bluest past
the past of our innocent nights
when you whispered and I listened
when you sang and I cried
when we found
the sacrificial walkway of blue
